That was...Cold. Buwaro sighed-if this person didn't know one of the biggest cities in Media, chances were her traveling companions didn't either. The carnival stops here did cheer him up a little bit though, and the smell of food did even more for his mood.

He stuck around the girl with the sword as she made a beeline towards one particular stand, where apparent a friend of hers was cooking. He saw her icy mood dissapate immediately as she looked at Archer's cooking ('white hair, red cloak...' Buwaro noted). He had to admit, it did look very good, and if he was serving it..."I'll have whatever she's having." Buwaro told Archer, curious as to what that would get him.

As he stood at the stand though, a rather loud yell rang out as the man with the strange hand held weapons approached the stand, looking like his adopted older brother Iratu looked after he drank. He caught bits of a story he was telling a short yellow lizard as they came, something about trails and dragons, and that piqued his curiosity-any information he could get at this point was welcome. Besides, he seemed friendly enough. He approached the stranger and cleared his throat, hoping that this newcomer wouldn't be as rowdy as Iratu was when he got drunk.

"Excuse me," he began "but can I ask you what was that about trails? I think I'm supposed to help you in them, but honestly I'm...Well, kinda lost..."